Where were you when it happened?

[Bass Viking]

My god - I never thought of the conspiracy angle. Sure this must be the work of the "Deep Bass".

I heard it was BIG TREBLE...

 

[Katoosie]

I was at work

 

[Winslow]

I just hope someone remembered to fire a drummer over this.

Maybe someone misunderstood, and tried to set a drummer on fire.

 

[SLPimp]

On the crapper.

 

[ThePez]

on a weekend getaway. a little cabin in North Carolina. thought it was bad cell signal at first. it was much much worse. i had legit withdrawals.

 

[Eon Sky]

I had just assumed the last holdout bass player had purchased a P with tort and flats. Having accomplished its mission, Talk Bass simply ceased to exist; a job well done.

Then, realizing that I didn't have a P with flats and tort I assumed the Mothman bass must have had its revenge.

 

[Alan Wrench]

Sunday evening at home, unable to log on. Began reviewing in my mind what I may have posted, that would get not only me, but the entire Talk Bass community banned from the internet. Spent a restless night, awoke Monday morning, same thing. Began to believe it was a concerted effort, by world leaders, to quell the incredibly insightful topics covered here. I began checking the skies for black helicopters, I swear that a black SUV was following me to work.
Got home Monday evening, checked my amp, cab, etc. for hidden surveillance equipment. Tried practicing but my heart wasn't in it. Cried myself to sleep Monday night.
Tuesday, as soon as my alarm woke me, I tried logging on again, depression engulfed me, didn't bother take a shower. What's the point? Tried logging on at work, watched the icon circling, until the timeout error. Probably spent more time than I should have hitting refresh, my boss told me I had to go home, I had already spent 5 hours past my shift, and others were beginning to worry about me.
Stayed home Wednesday under the covers.
Thursday my wife had several people over to try to do an intervention. All I could do was repeat "Happy Good Morning" in a monotone voice. I managed to get my fingers to try to log on once again, and saw the notification, of a fire, and server damage. Instantly, I hit my knees in thanks, and prayed for God to guide the hands of IT heroes. Showered, got dressed, went to work checking in occasionally, clinging to the hope, offered in the message displayed.

Friday, joyousness abounds, back on line, smiling so much, I am scaring people.

They say there are moments in life so dramatic, so defining that you never forget where you were when it happened. The JFK assassination. 9/11.

I remember it like it was just last Sunday...

I was procrastinating when I reached for my phone to perhaps re-read a Dr. Cheese bass review or indulge in some of JimmyM's wisdom. I typed "t" into the search bar. Naturally Talkbass was the first autofill suggestion. I hit enter.

Nothing happened. "The site cannot be reached" my browser said. Nonsense. I hit refresh. Same result.

I jump over to the computer, perplexed as yet again I get the same result. Modem issues, I quickly and unconvincingly say to myself. The device resets and shows all green.

The site still cannot be reached. Panic ensues. I quickly flip on the news - no reports of mass panic from the bass player community. I must have been one of the first to realize what actually happened:

Talkbass was down.

How was I supposed to move forward from here? Spend time practicing?? Actually hone my craft?! My bass beckoned from the corner of my room. Perhaps now, it thought, this digital blackout would rekindle our relationship. Nonsense.

I dug through the basement for some old Bass Player magazines. It just didn't hit the same. No exuberant New Bass Day Posts. No effects threads where the topic appears to be focused on breakfast. Nothing.

I settled in for the long haul. It became clear that this was no minor outage. Mentally preparing for the road ahead, I gingerly grasped my long-neglected P-Bass and began to play. The low frequencies once again gently shook the four walls surrounding me. A feeling foreign, yet distantly familiar. Like a letter from an old friend, I felt an emotion thought forgotten: fulfillment.

I'm sure that many of you, like myself, will share your own harrowing tale of this week with our kin for generations to come. Every detail recollected in perfect focus, as if looking at a framed painting within your mind.

So tell me, fellow low-enders? Where were you when it happened?

 

[2tonic]

I had just completed composing a particularly insightful response to a question concerning a fellow TB members distress. Broad in scope, yet focused on his issue, it was articulate, witty...nay, pithy, and full of sage advice. The capstone on a career of mending psyche's and letting the weak down easy.
As I reached for the Post Reply icon, I realized this was a post for the ages, the one real, true solution to so much angst, and uncertainty, amongst our membership. They needed to hear it.
Indeed, the world needed to take note!
I was in thrall to my duty to bring light to the darkness. To put order to the chaos.
To, once and for all, settle the eternal question of....


And then......n..o..t..h..i..n..g................


I returned to my whiskey, neat.

 

[2tonic]

Blame it on the Masons.

Quality stonework and bass frequencies have never gotten along well with one another.

This was just another conquest, however temporary, towards their ultimate goal of usurping the Illuminati.

 

[MCF]

They say there are moments in life so dramatic, so defining that you never forget where you were when it happened. The JFK assassination. 9/11.

I remember it like it was just last Sunday...

I was procrastinating when I reached for my phone to perhaps re-read a Dr. Cheese bass review or indulge in some of JimmyM's wisdom. I typed "t" into the search bar. Naturally Talkbass was the first autofill suggestion. I hit enter.

Nothing happened. "The site cannot be reached" my browser said. Nonsense. I hit refresh. Same result.

I jump over to the computer, perplexed as yet again I get the same result. Modem issues, I quickly and unconvincingly say to myself. The device resets and shows all green.

The site still cannot be reached. Panic ensues. I quickly flip on the news - no reports of mass panic from the bass player community. I must have been one of the first to realize what actually happened:

Talkbass was down.

How was I supposed to move forward from here? Spend time practicing?? Actually hone my craft?! My bass beckoned from the corner of my room. Perhaps now, it thought, this digital blackout would rekindle our relationship. Nonsense.

I dug through the basement for some old Bass Player magazines. It just didn't hit the same. No exuberant New Bass Day Posts. No effects threads where the topic appears to be focused on breakfast. Nothing.

I settled in for the long haul. It became clear that this was no minor outage. Mentally preparing for the road ahead, I gingerly grasped my long-neglected P-Bass and began to play. The low frequencies once again gently shook the four walls surrounding me. A feeling foreign, yet distantly familiar. Like a letter from an old friend, I felt an emotion thought forgotten: fulfillment.

I'm sure that many of you, like myself, will share your own harrowing tale of this week with our kin for generations to come. Every detail recollected in perfect focus, as if looking at a framed painting within your mind.

So tell me, fellow low-enders? Where were you when it happened?

I was playing along to Whiter Shade of Pale. When finished, I went to check my main club thread. Nothing. It was horrible. I had withdrawal tremors all week.

 

[jimmydean]

My first thought was .......what did I do wrong and I'm so very ,very sorry for the bad things I must have done .

 

[dbsfgyd1]

They say there are moments in life so dramatic, so defining that you never forget where you were when it happened. The JFK assassination. 9/11.

I remember it like it was just last Sunday...

I was procrastinating when I reached for my phone to perhaps re-read a Dr. Cheese bass review or indulge in some of JimmyM's wisdom. I typed "t" into the search bar. Naturally Talkbass was the first autofill suggestion. I hit enter.

Nothing happened. "The site cannot be reached" my browser said. Nonsense. I hit refresh. Same result.

I jump over to the computer, perplexed as yet again I get the same result. Modem issues, I quickly and unconvincingly say to myself. The device resets and shows all green.

The site still cannot be reached. Panic ensues. I quickly flip on the news - no reports of mass panic from the bass player community. I must have been one of the first to realize what actually happened:

Talkbass was down.

How was I supposed to move forward from here? Spend time practicing?? Actually hone my craft?! My bass beckoned from the corner of my room. Perhaps now, it thought, this digital blackout would rekindle our relationship. Nonsense.

I dug through the basement for some old Bass Player magazines. It just didn't hit the same. No exuberant New Bass Day Posts. No effects threads where the topic appears to be focused on breakfast. Nothing.

I settled in for the long haul. It became clear that this was no minor outage. Mentally preparing for the road ahead, I gingerly grasped my long-neglected P-Bass and began to play. The low frequencies once again gently shook the four walls surrounding me. A feeling foreign, yet distantly familiar. Like a letter from an old friend, I felt an emotion thought forgotten: fulfillment.

I'm sure that many of you, like myself, will share your own harrowing tale of this week with our kin for generations to come. Every detail recollected in perfect focus, as if looking at a framed painting within your mind.

So tell me, fellow low-enders? Where were you when it happened?

I was Online on TB when it happened while taking a break from moving our household halfway across the country.

 

[fretlessbass]

I must’ve been with my clone:
After all, I was beside myself with grief.

 

[datasmog]

They say there are moments in life so dramatic, so defining that you never forget where you were when it happened. The JFK assassination. 9/11.

The site still cannot be reached. Panic ensues. I quickly flip on the news - no reports of mass panic from the bass player community. I must have been one of the first to realize what actually happened:

Talkbass was down.
I'm sure that many of you, like myself, will share your own harrowing tale of this week with our kin for
So tell me, fellow low-enders? Where were you when it happened?

It didn’t happen. You are a victim of a rip in the Bass time continuum caused by the consumption of too much low end audio at high volume. You will recover. Eventually.

 

[Wisebass]

hi MHeardOnBass

We were just doing the setup dance for a gig (a indoor festival with ten bands and an audience of around 1000)

Wait! That was 911.

Talkbass was down.

I was at home (where else would I be in the midst of a pandemic?)

Not funny? Okay!

I told my wife: "TB is down..."

Wifey: "You can help me instead!"

So I found myself doing things I hate!

I probably spent close to an hour creating graphics and fact checking, but when it was time to post nothing happened.

Post a silly meme next time! They take also an hour to create, but nobody cares when the are lost!

I assumed it was guitarists and drummers, finally having their day.

Nah! Must be a keyboarder who wants to use his left hand!




greetings

Wise(b)ass